Kishigo

Ohaio! This is my very first fanfiction for TMM. It starts six months after the last battle. It's mainly Kishigo, but the other characters will be in, too. The Mews kept in touch with the aliens thanks to Usha, a perfectionned version of Masha, that they sent to have news of their home planet and Pai, Taruto and Kisshu themselves. The fact is that no one told Ichigo that Kisshu, or any of the aliens for that matter, had survived. For she was dead herself when they left Earth, the Mews, Akasaka and Shirogane thought it best to wait for her to recover, and Aoyama just didn't want her to know that Kisshu was alive... Well, I don't wanna spoil the whole thing so I'll stop here, lmao :p Disclamer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew, nor some of the characters (Risa, Curry, Rin, Rirī, Rozū) who belong to fanfiction.net's Soccer Geek (whose stories are the best by the way). I only own most of the events and the other OCs. Also, updates are OFFICIALLY: Every Monday and Thursday, I might be early (or late) sometimes. Free website hit counter

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

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[kishigoafterdeath]

Hello ^^ I really love your story a lot and think it's brilliant. I haven't read everything (I started yesterday and got addicted) but I love it ^^ Here's just a bit of criticism : You should've developed the break up between ichigo and masaya. She loved him so much so they couldn't have broke up like this. And you should also take in count the yandere side or kish because he has grown up but its who he is right? . (Maybe what I said is in the chapters I haven't read yet if yes then sry)

erm hi er hehe 

Funny you sent me this message (which, apart from totally warming my inexistant heart and stuff) guilted me to no end bcz I tots forgot about this story...

I was really erm innocent, let’s say? when I wrote this story and it kind of went as my mind did lol. This is said to justify my forgetfulness on how and why they broke up or Kish’s character development but I really loved your review, thanks so much love! hope you like the rest of it! 

[kishigoafterdeath]

Hi!! ^~^ I'm in love with your work, and i'm sooo sorry i didn't start reading on time ;~; I personally LOVE your fanfiction, keep it up luv yaahh!! :D

I'm honestly sorry :( come back in a few months and if it's not updated then it never will be lol I have some personal issues that are keeping me from writing and stuff so... Yeah lol thank you so much for leaving feedback though I really appreciate it <3 

[kishigoafterdeath]

Chapter Thirty-Six

Hey there! What’s up? I’m still struggling but al hamdu li Allah (meaning thank God for what I have, it’s Arabic, don’t mind it) and I must say that er… I forgot what I was gonna say… Enjoy! 

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew nor Soccer-Geek’s OCs. 

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        The ballerina was getting ready for breakfast when she heard banging on her main door. It was a frightened Lettuce.

"What is it?" she asked braiding the right side of her hair. 

"Pudding’s missing!" she yelled. 

"WHAT?!" she screamed stopping her moves "Wake everyone up I’ll take my pendant and Doakī, do the same" she ordered as she fastened her braid not caring that her left one was longer. 

           This was becoming a habit, really. Last month Zakuro was missing but she was paying a visit to farmers in her namesake plains, she just forgot to tell everyone. Three weeks ago, one of Reijin’s spies tried to kidnap Sugā but failed. Mint took her pendant and Doakī just like she said she would and teleported to the dining-room where all the Ikisatashis were having breakfast with the exception of Rirī and Ichigo’s baby of course. Everyone missed them badly, three hours ago, Taruto and Pai flew a spaceship in order to visit and bring some of Ichigo’s news to the family. Many people wanted to accompany them but only Kēkki got to, Kish is willing to do anything he can to avoid her getting killed because Reijin’s troops were getting stronger day by day. 

"Ohayō" she said grim-faced. 

"Is there a problem, Mint-Chan?" Rin asked. 

"Pudding’s missing, she didn’t leave a note or anything" she said with fury in her eyes and her fists clenched. 

Curry stood up “What are we waiting for? Every minute counts, Reijin isn’t the tender kind!”

"Like we could forget" Rin said as Mazui barged in. 

"Reijin! Reijin kidnapped Mew Pudding!" he yelled out of breath. 

"Where? How? When?" Risa, who walked in right after he did, asked alarmed. 

"On one of the Lettuce shores, she was trapped in a group of four men, at four in the morning" he said regaining his breath. 

"How do you know so much about it?" Zakuro asked suspiciously. 

"I uh… I-I er was there too" he said hesitantly. 

"Yes, but how come?" she insisted. 

"Can we focus on saving the monkey? That’d be great" Kish suddenly said, having heard everyone’s thoughts. 

"Yeah, ask your questions when we find her" Rōzu said. 

"Speaking of which, we should call in Yuri" Mint said "She might know the closest base to the shore"

"Or she might not" said a concerned Lettuce. 

"We can still try, Kish will you please contact her?" Mint asked. 

"Consider it done" he said as he disappeared. 

"What can we do?" asked Rin from where she sat. 

"About what?" asked a knocked out Keiichiro. 

"Pudding’s been kidnapped" Mazui said. 

"Did she have her pendant or Doakī with her?" he asked, suddenly wide awake. 

"She had both" he said "Can you find her with this?"

"I sure can try, however I cannot locate exactly where she is" he said. 

"Why not?" Lettuce asked. 

"Yeah, I thought Pai made those things as trackers as well" Rōzu said. 

"He did but we still don’t have an accurate map of Cynnth" he said "Just the planet and approximate suggestions for the teleportation device."

"Then how can you find her?" Curry, who was more into fighting styles and battle plans than in high-tech, asked. 

"The computer tells exactly her distance from here. If we can get to her last spot we can trace her and find if she’s kept close or not. In which case I’ll have to rely on her pendant and Masha"

"Come on, we don’t have any time to lose!" Rōzu said. 

Pudding

         She was sat on a bed she didn’t know, wrists handcuffed to the wooden bed header. The room was decorated in red and white with some Japanese features. However, the window showed her that she was under the sea. Her pendant and Doakī were still in her pockets, she was thinking of how to get her handcuffed hands in her pockets. After half an hour of thinking, she held herself up using her feet and the bed header. And with a flip, her body was facing the wall behind the bed with her arms holding her up. She then started curling into a ball to try and get her hand in her pocket, she was finally able to do so but what she picked out was her pendant. She sighed rather loudly before doing the stunt all over again reaching for her right pocket this time. She hid her pendant in her cleavage by swiftly throwing it there, she then flipped open her communication device and sent an emergency text that was pre-typed in case of a similar situation. She waited until the bar loaded when she heard footsteps right behind the door facing her. Fast, she put the Doakī back in her pocket and pretended to be asleep. 

"Where did you find it?" an old woman’s voice asked. 

"She was wandering too close to this base’s entry" a male voice said "I don’t think she was expecting us though, she was already transformed and frightened when we appeared"

"Nevertheless" the first voice said "She needn’t walk around our bases anyway"

"So is this a good catch or not?" he asked impatiently. 

"Well she’s no Cyniclon but I guess we can get more if we ask for a ransom… Or the world for that matter" she said as she cackled rather loudly. 

          Pudding thought it the perfect occasion to moan to awakening, she squeezed her eyes shut and her brow furrowed as she was pretending to wake up when in reality she hadn’t closed her eyes for more than a blink or two since she got here. The monkey-girl’s mind was racing, in search for a way out. She didn’t have a choice now but try to lure one of her guards to free her. 

        Her eyes snapped open as she pretended to just remember where she was. 

"Wh-Where am I?" she stuttered as she saw a gray haired old lady, round in shape and hard in features. 

        Cyniclons were usually very attractive but she looked like an exception. Her eyes were white and her pupils too tiny to be noticed. She was accompanied by a tall man… Pudding frowned as she saw him, he was in many battles since the beginning but she didn’t remember his name. He had navy blue hair and hot colored eyes with scars all over… 

"Well look who finally awoke?" he said, a pleasant smile on his face. He could’ve been attractive had he not bear these scars. 

"How much time did I spend here?" she asked. 

"A few hours, really" he said "General-Sama is going to interrogate you in the morning, I suggest you sleep on until then"

"How can I sleep when I’m not in my room? Let alone comfortable" she scoffed. 

"Are these manners for a young lady?" the old woman exclaimed outraged. 

"Well no, I’m not considered as a young lady" Pudding said "I’d rather be called a teenager as I’m only sixteen years old… Seventeen in a week, I hope I’ll be home by then"

"What makes you think that you’ll be on Earth a week from now?" the old lady asked. 

"I wasn’t talking about Earth!" she snapped "What’s your freaking name anyway?"

"I’m called Ikisatashi Pasuta" she said haughtily "Ikisatashi-Sama to you insolent little wrench"

"Hai Pasuta" she said not bothering to please her "And what’s yours?" she asked aiming at the boy. 

"You can call me Beikoku" he said with a quick nod. 

"Beikoku, alright" she said "So apart from an interview with Reijin, what’s in it for me?" she asked casually. 

"We’ll see" he said gently whispering to Pasuta to leave. 

        Once they were alone, he closed the door behind him and let himself slide until he was sat. He looked tired. 

"You look exhausted" she said concerned. 

"Trainings" he said with a smile. 

"You’re not like the others" she deducted "You’re a good person, aren’t you?"

"There’s good and bad in everybody" he said putting his elbows on his retracted knees and joining his hands "People often think I’m a bad person because of my scars"

"How did you get them?" she asked. 

"Fights" he said simply "Sometimes to be able to be fed, sometimes to protect my family… A lot of reasons, really"

"And er… Did any of those scars appear in this war?" she asked. 

He chuckled darkly “Nah, I learnt how not to get any other scars by the time I was your age”

"Would it be presumptuous if I asked how old you are?" she said. 

"No, it wouldn’t. We would be even" he smirked. 

"Then tell me" she said as her shoulders began to ache, she winced. 

"Is something causing you pain?" he asked worriedly as he stood up to check on her. 

"Er it’s just my shoulders" she said cautiously "They hurt because of the handcuffs"

He looked bothered, not by her but by the situation “I’ll see what I can do for this” he said thoughtfully. 

She frowned “I remember seeing you in battles, you know?”

"You do?" he asked frowning as well. 

"Yeah" she said with a brief nod "And you have no pity for Kisshu’s soldiers yet here you are, asking if I need more ice in my drink"

His brow furrowed “What drink?”

"It’s a metaphor, what I mean is: why do you care so much about my welfare?" she asked. 

He looked at her deeply and she could see pain in him “You… You kind of remind me of my older sister” he said “Holy-Arukōru-Chan”

"Oh" she said sadly "I’m sorry for your loss"

He smiled at her “She was your age when I… When I failed to protect her in a snowstorm. She always liked to go to the surface and I had to watch her, being the eldest brother… I failed at protecting her and— and it was too late when I found her frozen corpse”

She swore she saw a tear before he turned away “I really feel sorry for you, Beikoku” she said truthfully. 

"She looked just like you" he added trying to contain his sobs "Except she had lighter hair than yours and darker eyes"

"She must’ve looked really pretty" she said compassionately. 

"The most beautiful girl I have ever seen" he said "I should let you sleep; you’re going to need strength when Reijin will come for his questionnaire"

"Thank you Beikoku" she said "Can I ask for a favor, though?"

"What is it?" he said as he tried not to look into her eyes. 

"Please be the only one to guard my room" she said "I have a feeling I can trust you on this."

The corner of his mouth lifted as he nodded “Hai, Fong-San”

"Arigato" she said sweetly as she drifted away to sleep.

         She wasn’t dumb though, she knew he was probably lying and a good actor but she made him think she trusted him which, in both cases, was going to help her. The good part of being smart is that we can always act dumb, the opposite is not possible. Pudding liked to go around with this mentality. She knew she needed to sleep though; it was primordial if she wanted to make a run for it the next day.

Ichigo

         The strawberry haired girl was reading a book about pregnancies and raising a child when Rirī appeared next to her bed all excited.

"Alright spill" she said closing her book, not forgetting to mark her page. 

"Your surprise has come!" she squealed excitedly. 

Her eyebrows rose at her announcement “Show me, then” she said containing her feelings. 

The newly brunette Cyniclon cleared her throat “Ahem” before raising her hand “May I present to you” she lowered it swiftly making Tart, Pai and Kēkki appear “Your three days guests!”

"My gloves" she said "Quickly, my gloves!" 

        Rirī materialized them and helped Ichigo wear them before she started squealing in delight, hugging Kēkki first, Pai then and lastly with a big warm long hug, Taruto. 

"I’ve missed you so much, Onee-Chan" he said. 

"I’ve missed you even more" she said "How are they all?"

"Missing you for sure!" Kēkki said "Especially Onii-Chan"

"I miss him so much…" she said sadly "I hope no one’s getting married before I come back!"

"No one’s getting married before this war ends" Pai said chuckling some. 

"Ahh perfect" she said. 

       They spent an hour or so discussing about past events on Cynnth, on Earth and so on until Pai asked THE question. 

"Ichigo" he said solemnly "I have something important to ask you"

"You should wear a black tuxedo at your wedding" she said giggling. 

He laughed lightly “No, that’s not it. What I want to ask you is: Would you rather have your child here or on Cynnth?”

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Cliffie! Again? Yup! Sorry peeps but the only way I think of endig these chapters is cliffhangers so you stay on (even though some stay on even if it’s just a filler) don’t mind me I’m a bit dizzy. So what do you think she’ll choose? What would you want her to choose? Tell me everything! Until next time, love y’all!

[kishigoafterdeath]

Chapter Thirty-Five

O-hayō! And I’m so sorry for the delay; I’m kind of busy and lacking inspiration. I know I said I would have five chapters ready but I just couldn’t let you wait further and I didn’t think of fixing that author’s note. Without further due, here is the thirty-fifth chapter.

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        Three weeks after she’d woken up, she still couldn’t get used to being pregnant. Her powers were evolving day by day and she learnt to control them for the first time in her mind, all over again for the newly formed couple. They sure had their little arguments but they were cute nonetheless. What really annoyed Ichigo though, was that at eight months she couldn’t get off her bed anymore, walking at least, because she was allowed floating as long as she didn’t need to use her legs. 

       She woke up at a random hour as usual and found that her IV drip was empty. 

"Rirī-Chan!" she called but got no answer "Rirī-Chan!"

"Hai!" her voice said with the sound of doors opening and paper bags, she appeared at the foot of Ichigo’s bed a second later "What is it?"

"The IV drip’s done I guess" she said. 

"It is, actually. I’ll go get you another one" she disappeared and came back within seconds. 

"You were grocery shopping I guess" Ichigo smiled at the thought of Rirī mixing up with dozens of humans. 

"Yeah" she sighed "Humans are obnoxious at times!"

"Cyniclons are educated better for sure" Ichigo said as she winced at the pain of having saline penetrate her system. 

"Are you feeling any different?" the Healer asked. 

"Er no… Just the same back aches and the feeling that I might give birth at any given time" she said adjusting her bangs. 

"Which is perfectly normal because you’re close to the human term of your pregnancy." she said "We still don’t know how long this might take, even though I’m pretty sure you’re going to last longer than a human pregnancy"

"Anything for Kukkī" Ichigo said putting a hand on her round belly. 

"On the other hand, I have good news for you!" she said cheerfully. 

"What is it?" she said trying to contain her excitement in order not to turn her blanket into ashes. 

"You have some visitors, but I won’t say who until they’re here" she said mischievously. 

"Please tell me! Pretty please!" she whined. 

Rirī chuckled as she remembered Rōzu when she was much younger and under her guardianship “Just be patient, Strawberry”

"Hey my dad used to call me that!" Ichigo said surprised. 

"Holy-Momomiya-San, we’ve visited him as well as your mother. We can do so at night if you wish to" she said solemnly. 

"I’d like that, thank you" she murmured as she drifted away to sleep. 

Meanwhile on Cynnth Pudding

           The teenager woke up at three in the morning, not feeling very well. She had been feeling down those days, she had words that her Onee-Chan woke up a week and a half ago not remembering the past five Cynnth months. It was for the best, really. Things only got worse because of this war.

       Pai had recently created a device which could open a teleportation portal for humans to be able to teleport just as much as aliens. She took her pendant and that very device that they called Doakī, and made her way to one of the deserted Lettuce shores. She opened the vortex by selecting the spot on the map that was shown in the air right above the device. It was also used as a tracker and a communication device, in case someone got into trouble. Pudding was wearing white shorts, an orange cropped tank top and her black flip flops. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail with strands hiding her human ears and her bangs let down, Rōzu helped her cut them so that they were covering her entire forehead. It was night-time at the beach too, and such a beautiful sky. It was breathtaking but not as much as the one on her first date with Taruto, speak of the devil they had had another argument that day because she was talking to Mazui for more than an hour after trainings. But he’s just a friend; she doesn’t understand why Tart is so jealous of him. 

         She took off her flip flops and started walking on the shore, calm waves wetting her feet and taking the white sand with them. Water was reflecting the sky’s colors and it looked absolutely flawless, two moons were filling the sky and countless stars and galaxies made it look like a painted picture. Pudding gazed at the water and decided that she was going to swim. She took off her top and shorts; she was going to swim wearing underwear which was black boxers and a dark blue bra. She took her hair tie off to let her blonde locks flow down her back until its middle, just at the start of the small of her back, letting her back dimples on display. She hid her pendant and Doakī in her shorts’ pockets and covered it with her top, all of which were on her footwear. The monkey-girl swam for an hour or so before deciding that she was feeling better. This side of the shore never had visitors; Taruto had brought her here for a date once. It became her favorite place to be since then, well after her namesake jungle of course. 

      Once she started walking, still in the sea, with water at her waist level, Pudding started feeling uneasy. As if she was being watched. She put her clothes back on as fast as she could before hearing a crack from the jungle facing the sea. She knew she couldn’t teleport away fast enough so she clenched her pendant in her hand that still wore Tart’s promise ring. 

"Who’s there?" she dared to say "Come out!"

"Hey easy, Gaki-Chan" said a male voice which wasn’t Taruto’s. 

"Come out this instant!" she exclaimed, annoyed that they dared call her by the nickname her beloved came up with. 

He appeared in front of her “It’s me, don’t shoot” Mazui said amused. 

"You scared me" she hissed punching his arm "What are you doing here?"

"I happen to like it around here" he said "Even more when I sensed your presence" he added winking at her. 

"Thanks but I was going back to the castle" she said feeling uneasy; he looked like he was drunk. 

"Well let me take you there" he said putting an arm around her shoulders, his breath smelled like wine. 

"No that’s okay, Aruko-San" she said using his surname. 

He squeezed her tight against him “You know you can call me Mazui, Gaki-Chan?”

"Leave me alone at once, I don’t want to hurt you" she threatened. 

"Well guess what? I always let you win when we spare, otherwise you’d be minced meat since long" he whispered wistfully with his face dangerously close to hers. 

        She knew she had no choice but to transform, she kicked him in the crotch and ran away while glowing a bright golden color. He teleported in front of her, sword out. 

"Ribbon—" she started but he teleported right behind her, his weapon ready to slice open her throat. She gulped hard "Why are you doing this?" she whispered for she couldn’t trust her voice. 

"I want you, Gaki-Chan. And I’ll have you" he whispered lustfully "Just let me do what pleases me for now, alright little monkey?"

"Hai" she lied already summoning her second weapon in her mind.

          He made her face him forcefully making his sword disappear in the process. He forced his lips against hers and started kissing her; she waited for him to feel at ease before screaming.

"Jaakuna Wana!" she cried. 

         Her weapon tied him up like sausage, in such a way that he couldn’t teleport. She started running away reaching for her Doakī but she was soon trapped. Indeed, Buruanī, Miruku, Enden or Enbun and Beikoku were there, weapons out. She heard the drunken Mazui yell at them to leave her alone. He’s one to talk, she thought. And then he appeared, Reijin. She hadn’t seen him in a while, he grew an unwanted beard and his hair was messier and longer than last time she’d seen him. 

"Now tell me" he said in a husky voice "Where is my Koneko-Chan?"

       Her eyes widened as he walked further towards her…

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Cliffhanger! I know this chapter is cruelly short and lacks content but I still don’t know what’s gonna happen next. Now tell me, what do you think of Mazui? Ichigo: Why are you asking when you know full-well nobody’s gonna answer you anyway? Imène: Why are you staying when you know you’re gonna give birth away from Kisshu anyway? Ichigo: Nani?! Imène: I’m totally kidding, of course! I don’t even know yet I have tons of ideas for the same event. Just like this chapter’s ending… I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew nor Soccer-Geek’s OCs. Review? *smiles widely*

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          Je rentre exactement une heure après l'appel de Sabrine, les bras chargés de courses. Mounir et Imed jouent à PES 2018, Imed ayant choisi FCB et Mounir toujours fidèle au Real. Moris et Sab discutent dans le jardin pendant que Nihad se connecte sur son MacBook. Je souris en les voyant, c'est vraiment parfait. Enfin presque, personne ne m'aide à ranger les courses. Je le fais toute seule et commence à préparer le diner. Alors que j'éteignais le fourneau, je sentis des mains masculines se poser sur mes hanches exactement comme ce matin. Je sursaute légèrement mais feins l'indifférence. Je sais qui c'est.  "Ça va mieux?" Me demanda-t-il.  "Oui..." Dis-je simplement.  "Il n'y aurait pas quelque chose que tu devrais me dire?" Demanda-t-il à nouveau. "Pas que je sache, qu'est-ce que tu as en tête?" Demandai-je à mon tour.  "Non rien" dit-il "Laisse tomber, j'te dis à plus tard" "Okay" dis-je avant de déverrouiller mon téléphone et me diriger vers le living-room "Le diner est prêt, allez vous servir" "Tu ne manges pas avec nous?" Demanda Nihad.  "Non, je n'ai pas faim" dis-je franchement.  "Qu'est-ce que tu as mangé dehors?" Demanda Moris tandis que lui et Sab étaient rentrés pour diner apparemment.  "McDo' et Starbucks, et un Coca dans le courant de la journée" dis-je avant de monter, je m'arrête à la deuxième marche pour les écouter.  "Qu'est-ce qui lui prend?" Demanda Mounir.  "Elle va mal depuis quelques jours, c'est déjà bizarre qu'elle n'arrête pas de pleurer la nuit" dit Moris.  "Il a sûrement dû lui arriver quelque chose" dit Imed.  "Impossible" dit Nihad "Sab en saurait quelque chose, si c'était le cas, n'est-ce pas?"  Celle-ci haussa les épaules "Elle ne m'a rien dit..." "C'est pas normal" dit Mounir "Habituellement elle est joyeuse, Imed a raison il a dû lui arriver quelque chose"         Je pouvais entendre Sab penser: "Il arrive qu'elle t'aime mais tu t'en fous, bien évidemment!" Et elle n'aurait pas eu tort. Je monte dans ma chambre, prends une douche rapide sans toucher à mes cheveux que j'ai lavé hier. Je mets un short gris qui fait survêt' et un sweat-shirt à capuche, je m'assieds sur mon lit après avoir verrouillé ma porte et sors mon registre. J'y écris tout ce que je ressens depuis que je l'ai acheté de chez Springfield en 2013, aussi bizarre que ça puisse paraître je viens tout juste d'arriver à la moitié des pages de ce genre de carnet. J'y ai même fait récit de mon viol mais tout est écrit en anglais, donc même si Mounir tombait dessus il ne comprendrait pas tout. J'écris pendant une heure et fais un dessin déprimant avant de descendre, ils sont prêts à partir j'arrive à temps pour leur dire au revoir. Sab porte une petite robe noire à paillettes avec des talons hauts noirs et ses cheveux sont ramassés avec un headband doré, elle a mis un rouge à lèvres rouge et son fidèle eyeliner, elle a l'air d'une poupée! Nihad avait ondulé les bouts de ses cheveux avec une raie au milieu et porté une mini-robe dorée avec des talons hauts blancs et des accessoires perlés. Elle s'était maquillée avec du phare à paupières doré, un eyeliner et du mascara qui agrandit ses yeux en amandes, du gloss seulement au lèvres et elle était prête à faire la fête. Les garçons portaient un jeans bleu clair déchiré, leurs baskets et chacun une chemise: blanche pour Mounir et noire pour Moris. Imed ne portait qu'un short, dû à la chaleur et la panne de la clim' mais surtout au fait qu'il ait accepté de sacrifier sa soirée à cause de moi, ce qui me gêne toujours vu que je ne lui ai jamais vraiment rendu service... "Ma puce t'es magnifique!" couinai-je avec une voix plus qu'aigüe la faisant rire.  "Merci!" dit-elle en rougissant quelque peu.  "Nihad aussi, t'es super sexy!" Ris-je.  "Je sais, je sais" fit-elle avant de rire "Merci Imène, t'as un look d'enfer toi aussi!" Je jette un coup d'œil à ma tenue avant de la regarder "Euh merci" fis-je gênée du regard insistant de Mounir "Les garçons aussi, vous êtes à tomber!" dis-je en riant.  "T'es sûre de ne pas vouloir nous accompagner?" demanda Mounir.  "Ouais, t'es sûre de pas vouloir y aller?" Demanda Imed depuis le living-room.  "Non, vraiment désolée Imed... Mais tu peux y aller si tu veux, je ne t'oblige à rien, sincèrement" lui dis-je vraiment gênée de le contraindre à rester.  "Je ne vais quand même pas te laisser seule ici" dit-il en arrivant dans le hall d'entrée "Tu es belle comme un cœur, bébé" ajouta-t-il en embrassant brièvement Sab.  "Merci mon cœur" dit-elle avec un sourire.  "Le taxi est là" annonça Moris. "Prenez soin de vous, amusez-vous bien" leur dis-je.  "Pas de bétises, les filles" ajouta Imed me faisant rire.  Sab lui lança un regard "Ne t'inquiète surtout pas mon cœur" dit-elle sarcastiquement.           Ils sortirent, fermant la porte derrière eux. Aussitôt, Imed se dirigea vers le living-room. Je restai debout dans le hall encore une minute ou deux à réfléchir avant de faire de même. Il regardait Supernatural, saison 12. Je pris un pot de glace au chocolat et une cuillère avant de le rejoindre de l'autre côté du canapé. Dean reste aussi sexy que dans toutes les saisons précédentes, c'est vraiment un gâchis que la série soit terminée. On regarde les épisodes les uns après les autres, avec pour seule source de lumière la télé. Je me lève et m'étire en haut de la pièce à vivre, décidant qu'il faisait bon dehors je m'allongeai dans le hamac à regarder les étoiles. Je m'endors sans m'en rendre compte et un cauchemar me prend de plein fouet.          Je marche toute seule dans une rue algérienne, il fait nuit et c'est désert. Je ne sais pas où je suis, ni comment me rendre en terrain connu. Je marche alors sans but précis mais sens une présence derrière moi qui me donne l'impression d'être menacée. Je me mets à courir mais mes jambes refusent de répondre, j'essaie de crier à l'aide mais je n'ai plus de voix. Je sais que je peux crier mais aucun son ne sort, je commence à avoir mal à la gorge mais toujours rien. La présence m'a rattrapée et me secoue par les épaules et m'appelle. Mes yeux s'ouvrent et je me rends compte que mon visage et baigné dans mes larmes et que ma gorge pique vraiment. C'est Imed qui m'a réveillée, c'était donc lui qui me secouait et qui m'appelait. Mon souffle est saccadé, mon cerveau met du temps à percuter que le cauchemar est fini.  "Ça va aller" me dit-il confus "Tu t'es endormie et t'as dû faire un cauchemar, c'est fini maintenant" Je ne pus que hocher la tête comme un enfant de cinq ans "Ahan" "Viens, on rentre" dit-il en posant sa main dans mon dos, en bas de ma nuque.        Je le suivis à l'intérieur où il alluma la lumière. Mon réflexe fut d'aller me préparer du café, il me retint.  "Tu ne vas pas pouvoir dormir avec ça" dit-il d'un ton sérieux, je ne l'avais jamais vu comme ça.  "C'est le but" dis-je d'une voix cassée. "Ne sois pas absurde, il faut bien que tu te reposes" soupira-t-il.  "Demain, dans la journée. Promis" dis-je "J'ai pas envie de me rendormir pour l'instant" "C'est compréhensible... On joue, alors?" "Tu ne dors pas?" Demandai-je en préparant mon café.  "Tu ne vas pas t'ennuyer?" Demanda-t-il en retour.  "Attends, y a Call of Duty ici" dis-je ayant l'air toute excitée.  Il rit "Si tu le dis, mais sinon je fais quoi ici?"  "Tu l'as dit toi-même" dis-je "Je ne peux pas rester seule trop longtemps" "Ah oui, comme pour le cauchemar" déduit-il.  "Oui... Comment tu t'en es rendu compte?" "Tes cris ne sont pas très discrets, tu sais" rit-il doucement.  "Ahh oui, c'est pour ça que j'ai mal à la gorge" dis-je en sortant mon café du micro-ondes.  "Ça doit être pour ça, oui"         On discuta de tout et de rien jusqu'aux environs de une heure du matin où il commença à avoir sommeil. Je le laissai aller dans sa chambre vu que j'avais l'intention de passer une nuit blanche. Je ne veux pas le déranger plus que de raison, c'est déjà beaucoup qu'il soit resté. Je joue à Call of jusqu'à l'arrivée des autres de boite. 

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Imène

"T’as raison en fait, mais il faut quand même le faire c’est pour ton bien, Imène" dit-elle tendrement avant de venir me prendre dans ses bras. Elle sait à quel point je souffre. 

"Vous sortez ce soir?" lui demandai-je une fois le câlin rompu. 

"Oui, on va en boite et c’est… C’est Imed qui reste ce soir" dit-elle. 

"Oh" dis-je "Je pourrais peut-être en profiter pour lui demander son avis là-dessus, non?"

"Ce serait une bonne idée, il te faut un autre point de vue sur ta situation. Peut-être qu’un mec comprendrait mieux" dit-elle en caressant mon épaule. 

"Bon je sors prendre l’air en attendant, appelle-moi si t’as besoin de moi" dis-je en prenant mon double des clefs. 

"Ok, je vais au travail donc tu sais où me trouver en cas de besoin" dit-elle avec un clin d’œil.

          Je ris doucement avant de monter dans ma chambre m’habiller et sortir. Je marche longuement avant d’entendre quelqu’un me courir après, je me retourne pour voir Moris.

“Tiens qu’est-ce que tu fais là?” lui demandai-je en souriant. 

"J’ai entendu parler de ce qui s’est passé avec B ce matin, tu peux m’expliquer?" me demanda-t-il le souffle court. 

Mes lèvres forment un sourire en coin avant de poser ma main sur son épaule “Reprends ton souffle, on va marcher ensemble et je vais tout te raconter”

"Tu vas où, au fait?" 

"Nulle part, je veux tuer le temps avant que vous ne sortiez en boite" murmurai-je "Je ne sais plus vraiment où j’en suis avec lui, voilà tout"

"Moi je sais. Tu en es au point où tu l’aimes trop pour te détacher et trop pour le lui avouer" dit-il ayant repris son souffle. 

Je le regarde abassourdie “Comment tu sais ça? J’veux dire, je n’en ai pas vraiment discuté avec toi depuis qu’on est ici, comment ça se fait que..?”

"Je te connais quand même depuis quatre ans, Imène. C’est pas rien" dit-il avec un petit rire. 

"Déjà quatre ans… Je me rappelle encore du jour où je t’ai traumatisé avec mon délire" ris-je. 

"Ahh ouais, je m’en rappelle aussi!" dit-il en se remémorant cette matinée. 

"Et je t’ai laissé entre les mains de Sab et sa sucette" ris-je encore plus fort. 

"Ahh je m’en rappelle de ça, aussi!" son téléphone sonna à cet instant "¿Hola?… Estoy en camino… Hasta luego" il raccrocha "Le travail a appelé, ils ont déplacé mon shift. J’te vois ce soir au diner, bisous"

On se fait une demi-bise “Bisous, fais attention à toi”

"Toi aussi…"

        Je le regarde prendre le bus juste à côté de l’allée qui mène au quartier résidentiel où se trouve la villa. Je mets mes écouteurs et écoute du Eminem en marchant vers la bouche de métro. Je marche toute la journée dans Catalunya, m’arrête chez McDo’ pour déjeuner, chez Starbucks pour le café et achète un livre à la Maquinista, Casa Del Libro. J’en ai entendu parler sur tumblr, il a l’air bien. Mon téléphone sonne quand je m’apprête à descendre vers la bouche de métro la plus proche, c’est Sab. Il est déjà 19:45, je ne m’en étais pas rendue compte. 

“Allô?” dis-je. 

"J’peux savoir où tu es!?" cria-t-elle. 

"J’allais justement venir, j’ai pas vu le temps passer désolée" 

"J’étais morte d’inquiétude! On l’est tous et pas moyen de te localiser, tu t’en rends compte?!" dit-elle exaspérée. 

"J’suis désolée, j’arrive… Il s’inquiète aussi j’imagine" dis-je, n’attendant pas forcément de réponse. 

"Biensur, tout le monde s’inquiète on sait que t’es un peu tarée sur les bords" dit-elle sérieusement. 

"Whoa, j’adore l’estime que vous avez de moi. Bon je descends vers le métro, je suis à la maison dans une demi heure, vingt minutes à tout casser" 

"Rentre vite, on t’attend pour diner" dit-elle. 

"Non, dinez sans moi j’me débrouillerai" dis-je. 

"Non, t’as pas compris. On attend que tu viennes faire le diner" dit-elle. 

"Va voir dans le frigo maintenant" dis-je. 

"Y a rien" dit-elle. 

"Okay alors je rentre dans une heure maxi, je vais faire les courses"

"Fais vite on a faim" 

"Mais oui, mes enfants j’arrive" ris-je. 

         Elle raccrocha en riant et je me précipitai vers le métro que j’ai raté de peu. Je m’arrête un arrêt plus tôt pour pouvoir passer par la Mercadona. Je prends des frites surgelées et de quoi faire des sandwichs au saumon fumé, j’achète aussi des desserts et des boissons vu qu’apparemment il n’y a plus rien. La caissière me sourit car elle me connait à présent, je viens presque trois fois par semaine pour acheter de quoi manger ou faire le ménage. Elle est blonde avec un bon nombre de piercings au visage, elle parle anglais c’est pourquoi je prends toujours la caisse où elle est affectée. 

“It’s 34.75€” dit-elle avec un accent espagnol. 

Je lui donne un billet de 50€ “Here”

"You should take the bus home, it’s been quite dangerous these days at night" me dit-elle inquiète.

          Elle n’en avait pas la moindre idée. Je la remercie du conseil mais ne le suis pas car ma carte de transports n’est plus valide. Je sais bien que c’est pire qu’en Algérie la nuit ici parce que même s’ils ne font pas de remarques déplacées, ils n’hésitent pas à faire ce qu’ils veulent des filles qui leur plaisent… Qu’elles le veuillent ou non. Je le sais car il y a une semaine… Il y a une semaine je me suis fait agresser en rentrant de boite toute seule car je m’étais disputée avec Mounir. Je portais une petite robe et des talons hauts, il faisait nuit et je pleurais déjà… Il a surgi de nulle part, je n’ai même pas eu le temps de me rendre compte de ce qu’il faisait alors qu’il avait déjà fini me laissant pour morte vu que j’avais perdu connaissance. Je n’arrive plus à dormir seule depuis, je me réveille à chaque fois en pleurs. La personne qui a découvert que je ne pouvais plus passer de nuits toute seule est Moris, il allait se chercher un verre d’eau quand il m’entendit pleurer à en perdre haleine. Il entra sans rien dire et passa le reste de la nuit dans ma chambre. Il s’est vite rendormi mais je ne pouvais plus fermer l’œil. La nuit suivante je dormais avec Sab, les deux nuits d’après avec Nihad et ainsi de suite avec tout le monde. Ce soir c’est avec Imed, ça risque d’être gênant au début car même si on se connait depuis quatre ans je n’ai jamais vraiment sympatisé avec lui… Je crois qu’on va apprendre à vraiment se connaitre ce soir. 

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Imène

           L’été 2018 est plutôt mouvementé. Tout a commencé le premier juin, jour où Sab, Moris, Imed, Nihad, Mounir et moi avions décidé de passer l’été ensemble à Barcelone dans la villa du cousin de Moris. Vous vous imaginez bien que j’ai difficilement accepté de passer trois mois sous le même toit que Mounir mais je n’allais tout de même pas faire ma difficile. Tous les papiers étant en règle, chacun ayant préparé des économies assez conséquentes pour ce voyage, nous étions prêts. Ça promettait d’être intéressant.  

"Oh putain j’arrive pas à croire qu’on y va enfin!" murmura Sab toute excitée. 

"J’arrive pas à croire que je vais passer trois mois sous le même toit que B" dis-je exaspérée. 

"Ah non" dit-elle fermement "Ne commence pas dès maintenant, Imène. On va s’amuser c’est sûr! C’est Barcelone tout de même!"

       Je repris mes esprits et souris franchement, on allait trop bien s’amuser en fin de compte.

        Le vol se passe le plus normalement du monde, le mois de Ramadan vient de se terminer donc l’été est tout à nous! La villa nous en bouche un coin, elle est magnifique et tellement grande. Elle a même une piscine et une salle de jeux, on se croirait dans MTV Cribs! Il y a six chambres en tout mais deux se partagent une salle de bain, ceci dit il y a une salle de bain principale. L’honneur des chambres luxueuses revient aux filles et à Moris bien entendu. Mounir et Imed devront s’entendre sur quelle salle de bain chacun prendra. On s’installe tous dès notre arrivée, ma chambre est à la droite de celle de Moris qui est au fond du couloir du haut. En face de moi est Sab et à sa gauche Nihad. Juste à ma droite, les escaliers et de l’autre côté des escaliers les chambres de Imed et Mounir dans l’ordre. La salle de bain principale étant à gauche de la chambre de Nihad et à la droite de celle de Imed. 

          L’avion ayant attéri à six heures du matin, son décollage était à cinq heures cinq minutes ce qui fait que nous étions à l’aéroport depuis trois heures. Ce n’était pas si grave en soi parce que le jeu en valait la chandelle, Barcelona tout de même! Et puis on a eu le temps de dormir un peu pendant le vol. Les guides officiels du groupes sont Moris et moi parce que nous sommes les seuls qui avons déjà visité cette ville. 

         Tout le monde dort, pour rattraper leur sommeil mais je n’en ai aucun. Je préfère aller acheter de quoi faire le petit déjeuner en prenant de l’argent de la caisse commune pour la bouffe et le nécéssaire de ménage. Heureusement qu’il y a une Mercadona pas loin de la villa, ça m’évitera de me perdre en bus. Je laisse tout le monde dormir et prends mon double des clefs sans oublier mon téléphone et l’argent. Je porte un short et une chemise blanche légère avec des tongs noires. 

        Je n’ai en fait plus parlé à Mounir depuis mi-Mai 2014, c’est Sab qui lui a proposé de venir avec nous et on peut dire qu’il n’a pas du tout été difficile à convaincre. Je ne l’aime plus, certes, mais chaque fois que je le vois j’ai le souvenir de ce que je ressentais pour lui qui me submerge et j’ai ce que Sab et moi appelons le cœur de poule. Signifiant que mon cœur bat tellement vite et fort qu’on peut le ressentir à travers chaque partie de mon buste, comme une poule apeurée. 

         J’achète du Cacaolat, des croissants et des pains au chocolat ainsi que des Donuts. Le café y passe également ainsi que du lait et un paquet de thé, je ne connais pas les goûts de tout le monde. Je prends aussi des Corn Flakes et des cacahuètes enrobées, les préférées de Sab et les miennes. J’achète aussi deux baguettes de pain et du beurre, confiture de fraise et de figue. Je crois que j’ai tout, je retourne alors les bras chargés à la villa. J’entends des voix dans la cuisine extra spacieuse. 

“Qu’est-ce qu’on devrait visiter en premier?” demanda la voix endormie de Nihad. 

"Personnellement j’veux faire du shopping" dit la voix résignée de Sab "Je n’irai nulle part sans tenue adéquate!"

"Excellente idée" dis-je en posant les sacs sur le comptoir, elles m’observent comme si j’étais un alien "Bah quoi?"

"D’où tu viens avec ça?" demanda Sab. 

"Du super-marché, j’ai acheté de quoi petit déjeuner et vu que je ne connais pas les goûts de tout le monde j’ai pris un peu de n’importe quoi. Mais…" dis-je en sortant le paquet de cacahuètes enrobées "Je sais que tu adores ça!"

"Ohh putain je t’adore!" crit-elle en me sautant au cou. 

"Au moins tu seras pas en manque!" dis-je avant d’exploser de rire. 

"Ohh putain ton rire!" Sab dit entre deux cacahuètes, la deuxième des quelles l’étouffa parce qu’elle rit. 

"On se calme, rigole et mange après" ris-je. 

"Vous êtes les plus bizarres" Nihad dit les yeux ronds. 

"Rangez les courses plutôt. Tâches partagées, vous vous rappelez?" dis-je avec un sourire malicieux en ouvrant la boite de Donuts et la bouteille de Cacaolat. 

"Mets-toi à l’aise surtout" dit Sab de façon rhétorique. 

"C’est ce que je fais, je vais être le chef cuisiner de cette maison pour trois mois, j’y ai bien droit non?" dis-je avant de mordre dans le beignet "Putain, toujours aussi bon ce truc"

"Et qui fera la vaisselle?" demanda Nihad en rangeant le café dans un placard. 

"Ces chers messieurs le feront à tour de rôle vu que Sab et moi nous occuperons du ménage et toi de… Euh…"

"On n’a pas pensé à ce qu’elle ferait!" s’exclama soudain Sabrine. 

"Elle n’a qu’à ranger sans pour autant nettoyer" soupirai-je en haussant les épaules. 

"Elle est là en passant" dit celle-ci en croisant les bras. 

"Ah ouais, bonjour!" dis-je sarcastiquement. 

"Et si j’veux pas?" dit-elle en levant le menton. 

"Bah sdf ma puce" dis-je avant de prendre une gorgée de mon lait chocolaté.

"Bonjour Dormeur" dit Sab me faisant me retourner pour apercevoir…

"Ahh Moris, bonjour. Bien dormi?" dis-je en m’essuyant le coin des lèvres. 

"Comme un bébé" dit-il en s’étirant.

"Parfait" dit Nihad. 

"Sinon qui a fait les courses?" dit-il en voyant que chacune prenait déjà son premier repas. 

"Imène a trouvé un super-marché pas loin" dit Nihad. 

"Une Mercadona pour être exacte" dis-je en finissant mon cacaolat.

"Eh bah dis-donc, t’es plus débrouillarde que ce que je croyais!" dit-il impressionné. 

"C’est l’impression que je donne en Algérie parce que je ne suis pas indépendante." dis-je en rinçant mon verre. 

"Et où vas-tu maintenant?" demanda Sab. 

"Dormir en attendant que ces messieurs se réveillent, si vous sortez j’veux en être donc réveille-moi quand vous déciderez." dis-je avant de m’engager dans les escaliers. 

          Je regardais par-terre en montant, ce qui fait que je me suis cognée de plein fouet contre quelqu’un en montant. Mon réflexe est de me jeter en avant pour éviter de me briser la colonne vertébrale en tombant vers les escaliers, et rebondir sur le sol vu que j’étais tout en haut. Je rebondis en fait sur le mec qui n’est autre que Mounir, comme par hasard. 

"Pardon" dis-je entre mes lèvres en me levant et l’aidant à faire de même. 

"C’est pas grave, ça va aller?" demande-t-il avec un sourire forcé. 

"Ouais, j’ai connu pire. Toi ça va?" demandai-je, parce que c’est quand même moi qui me suis étendue de tout mon long sur lui. 

"Oui, ça va" dit-il presque froidement avant de partir. 

        Mon cœur bat encore la chamade, je décide alors de prendre une douche froide. Ça me remettra les idées en place, c’est déjà ça. Je verrouille la porte de la salle de bain et me déshabille. Qu’est-ce qu’il sentait bon… Il avait l’air encore plus beau qu’au lycée, ou bien c’est à cause de ses cheveux? Ils ont vachement repoussé, si bien qu’il n’éprouve plus le besoin de porter un couvre-chef. Je suis franchement contente pour lui, c’est quelqu’un de bien en fait. Je ne m’endors finalement pas, il y a la wifi dans cette villa donc je suis sur tumblr. Je compte bien changer de téléphone pendant que je suis en espagne, fini le Star maintenant j’en aurai un avec une caméra frontale. Il faudrait quand même que je me trouve un petit boulot, pour m’habituer à être une femme active. 

            Vers 10:00, quelqu’un toque à ma porte. Je me lève pour ouvrir. C’est Nihad. 

"Coucou, entre" dis-je en la laissant entrer. 

"C’est super beau chez toi!" dit-elle. 

"C’est super beau partout, j’remercierai Moris jamais assez pour ça" dis-je avec un grand sourire. 

"Je viens justement te parler de lui, Sab a eu l’idée de lui préparer une petite fête pour le remercier" dit-elle. 

"Sab est un génie, mais pas ce soir parce que non-seulement on est tous crevés mais en plus je pense qu’il s’y attendra. On n’a qu’à attendre la semaine prochaine, il croira qu’on est de sales petits ingrats mais après il aura une belle surprise!"

"C’est encore plus génial!"

"En espérant qu’il ne nous vire pas parce qu’on est de sales petits ingrats" ris-je. 

"Ouais" rit-elle "On dine quoi chef?"

"Sushis?" demandai-je. 

"Eurk!" 

"Bon on va au Wok et tout le monde choisit ce qu’il veut, je sais où est le plus proche." dis-je "Rassemble tout le monde, on va se balader un peu et prendre des photos"

"Bonne idée, j’y vais." dit-elle en sortant de ma chambre. 

        Je mets une mini-combi noire et des sandales blanches, un head-band qui tient mes cheveux et mes Ray-Bans. Je descends et trouve tout le monde bien pomponné.

"Alors vous voulez voir la ville ou des centres commerciaux?" demandai-je. 

"Bah ville" dit Sab en haussant les épaules. 

"Idem" dit Imed. 

"Moi aussi, j’espère qu’il y aura des bgs" dit Nihad. 

"Même si les espagnols sont moches, t’as des touristes d’un peu partout faut juste savoir communiquer" dis-je avec un clin d’œil "Donc tout le monde veut aller faire un tour en ville?"

"Oui" dit Mounir, sachant que je m’adressais à lui. 

"Toi aussi Moris? Mais enfin, qu’est-ce que je raconte tu la connais" dis-je en mettant la main sur mon front.

"Mais oui mais oui" rit-il. 

"Et puis je connais un restaurant Turque où y a de la chawarma halal!" m’exclamai-je soudainement "Aller on y va!"

        La journée se passa le plus normalement du monde, beaucoup de photos d’éclats de rire et autres. Mais je sentais le regard de Mounir sur moi de temps à autres, ou alors ce n’était que de la paranoïa. L’heure du diner approche à grands pas et je nous guide vers Wok à travers le métro. On prend une table pour six, Sab en face de Moris, Nihad en face de Imed et moi en face de Mounir… Comme le hasard fait bien les choses, ces temps-ci! Au moment de me lever pour me faire griller des crevettes, je le vois en train de remplir son assiette de porc. Je vais alors vers lui. 

"Au cas où tu aurais l’intention de manger ça, c’est du porc" dis-je par-dessus son épaule gauche. 

"Ah merci, ça y ressemblait pas" dit-il honnêtement.

"À ton service" dis-je en déposant mon assiette chez le mec au grill, je pose ma main sur le bras de Mounir au retour en murmurant "Tu peux toujours essayer les escargots si tu n’aimez vraiment pas les fruits de mer"

"Super drôle" dit-il sarcastiquement pendant que je remplissais une assiette de sushis.

"Enfin, chacun ses goûts mais tu vas galérer entre ta religion et tes goûts ici. Sauf si tu vas manger chez le Turque tous les jours et que jte fais de la friture de chez le Marocain tous les soirs" dis-je avant de partir. 

Il me rejoint à table sans rien prendre “C’est toi qui vas cuisiner?”

"La plupart du temps, quand je suis fatiguée on viendra ici" dis-je en versant de la sauce soja dans mon assiette. 

"Et euh… Tu vas cuisiner quoi?" demanda-t-il quelque peu gêné sous les regards de toute la table. 

Je les embrasse du regard avant de dire “Oui?”

"Hein?" dit Sab. 

"Bah on discute, y a un problème?" demandai-je avec un regard qui disait ‘je t’expliquerai plus tard’ à Sab, elle le comprit et se retourna, les autres suivirent. 

"Donc..?" dit-il pour revenir au sujet de notre conversation. 

"Bah j’ai mon répertoire culinaire que j’espère améliorer durant ces vacances… Et on mangera italien ou espagnol quelques soirs, histoire de varier." dis-je "Mais Paella c’est avec des fruits de mer, j’en ai bien peur."

Il rit doucement “Je finirai par m’y faire” 

"Espérons, parce que t’as pas trop le choix si tu veux éviter ma bouffe!" ris-je. 

"Bah non, pourquoi je voudrais éviter ta bouffe?" demanda-t-il. 

"C’est la conversation la plus longue qu’on a en quatre ans, on pourrait croire que ça te réjouirait pas tant que ça de m’avoir comme cuisinière" murmurai-je. 

"Le fait qu’on ne se parlait pas n’a aucun lien avec ta cuisine" dit-il. 

"Si on pouvait éviter le sujet pour le moment ça m’aiderait" dis-je. 

"C’est toi qui l’as sorti" 

"Je sais et c’était une erreur, je vais chercher mon assiette" dis-je en me levant. 

"Bon appétit" dit-il. 

"Merci, essaie d’en avoir un aussi, c’est un des rares soirs où on dinera dehors" dis-je avant de m’engager dans le tournant vers le grill. 

         Une fois de retour à la maison, j’en discute avec les filles et on en parle pendant une petite demi heure avant de décider d’aller nager vu que la piscine est propre et tentante. Ceci dit, les garçons avaient une longueur d’avance. Je portais un bikini noir, ainsi que Sab et Nihad. 

"Viens nager Imène!" dit Imed en voyant que je ne faisais que mouiller mes pieds. 

"Non, j’ai la flemme de me refaire un brushing" dis-je en toute honnêteté. 

"T’es vraiment chiante quand tu t’y mets, on s’en fout tes cheveux sont biens bouclés!" dit Sab. 

"Fine!" m’exclamai-je en enlevant le déshabillé rose pale que je portais, exposant ainsi la cicatrice de ma brûlure. 

"T’as quoi au ventre?" demanda Moris. 

"Où ça?" demandai-je en essayant de voir par delà ma poirtine. 

"Il parle de ta cicatrice" dit Nihad. 

"Ah ça" dis-je "Accident de travail" ajoutai-je avec un clin d’œil. 

"T’es pompière?" demanda Imed en pouffant de rire. 

Je lui lançai un regard qui voulait tout dire avant de dire “C’est ça, fous-toi de ma gueule”

"Non, pardon" dit-il toujours en riant. 

Je soupire en posant le déshabillé sur un transat “Fait chier” chuchotai-je presque inaudible, mais Mounir m’entendit. 

"Ça se voit à peine" dit-il de la même façon méritant un faible sourire de ma part. 

"Merci" lui dis-je avant d’ajouter "Tu veux bien me rejoindre à la cuisine s’il te plait?"

"Pour?"

"J’aurais quelque chose à te dire" 

"Ok."

          Tout le monde étant occupé, notre absence ne fut pas remarquée. Je m’assis sur un des tabourets du comptoir avec lui debout en face de moi. Mon cœur bat toujours la chamade quand nous sommes seuls. 

"Voilà euh…" commençai-je "Je voulais t’annoncer une chose et t’en demander une autre, je commence par quoi?"

"La demande" dit-il en croisant les bras anxieux. 

"Est-ce qu’on pourrait redevenir comme avant?" 

"Euh… En fait c’est que…"

"Ce qui me mène à mon annonce" dis-je "En réalité je ne t’aime plus comme à l’époque, je tiens toujours à toi c’est vrai, mais je ne suis plus ce qu’on appelle ‘amoureuse’ de toi…"

"Ah" dit-il surpris. 

"Et pour ma demande?" 

"Bah je pense que c’est faisable, dans ces conditions." dit-il avec un sourire. 

         Je lui rends avant de m’appuyer sur le comptoir pour descendre du tabouret mais il me retient, mon regard croise le sien et je comprends ce qu’il veut. Il veut qu’on soit exactement comme avant, je dois avouer que je ne m’attendais pas à ce qu’il le veuille aussi rapidement. Il pose sa main sur ma joue et m’embrasse tendrement… Comme ses baisers m’ont manqué! Je m’en délecte comme de ma friandise préférée, profitant de chaque millimètre de ses lèvres contre les miennes. Mes mains se baladent sur son torse bien foutu pendant le baiser alors que les siennes sont soit au creux de mon dos, soit à caresser ma joue. J’ai peur de recommencer à éprouver des sentiments pour lui, je voudrais bien lui en parler mais je sais qu’il voudra tout arrêter à nouveau. Il met fin au baiser avec un sourire sincère. 

"Tes lèvres m’avaient manqué" murmura-t-il laissant son souffle réchauffer mes lèvres humides qui forment à présent un sourire. 

"Les tiennes aussi" dis-je avant de le smacker et partir vers la piscine. 

"Qu’est-ce que vous foutiez?" Sab demanda d’où elle était assise sur les genoux de Imed. 

"On parlait" dis-je le visage ayant une expression assez terne. 

       Je sais déjà ce qui va se passer, mais je m’abstiens de le dire à qui que ce soit. Pas même à moi, je sais que je vais recommencer à éprouver des sentiments pour lui, je sais qu’il est beau et pourra avoir une fille dans son lit quand il voudra, je sais que ça me fera plus que mal mais que je devrai faire comme si de rien n’était… Et c’est exactement ce qui se passe durant le premier mois. 

          Premier Juillet, je me réveille dans mon lit que j’ai appris à aimer. Il est cinq heures, je prends une douche et fais mon brushing avant d’aller préparer le petit déjeuner. Mounir avait amené une fille de boite hier soir, et c’est pas le genre à fermer sa gueule pendant un orgasme. Je réchauffe le café de Sab qui va se réveiller d’un moment à l’autre, je me fais du thé vert pour changer du cacaolat. Je porte mes sous-vêtements et une grande et assez longue chemise blanche quand je sens de grandes mains chaudes se poser sur mes hanches, le parfum me dit que c’est Mounir. Je ne le regarde même pas. 

"Où est passée ta conquête?" demandai-je. 

"Elle est rentrée chez elle juste après" dit-il en fronçant les sourcils "Pourquoi?"

"Juste comme ça" dis-je en me dégageant de ses mains pour prendre mon téléphone sur le comptoir. 

"Qu’est-ce que tu as?" demanda-t-il. 

"Rien, pourquoi?" dis-je feignant l’innocence. 

"Car t’es froide avec moi" dit-il en me regardant droit dans les yeux, je sens les miens se mouiller alors je me retourne. 

"C’est juste une impression, j’ai des jours avec et des jours sans" dis-je avec ma voix qui devenait de plus en plus grave à chacun de mes mots.

"Hey t’es sûre que ça va?" demanda-t-il avec inquiétude en posant ses mains sur mes épaules. 

         Le contacte de ses mains me fait perdre le contrôle et je me mets à pleurer, il me fait me retourner et me prend dans ses bras ce qui me fait encore plus pleurer. 

"Shht ça va aller" murmura-t-il "Je suis là, tu sais que tu peux tout me dire… Je serai toujours là pour toi"

"Laisse-moi s’il te plait" sanglotai-je avant de me dégager de son étreinte pour de bon.

        Je pars dans ma chambre et m’y enferme pour aller pleurer dans mon oreiller pour la enième fois cet été, et à chaque fois pour la même raison. J’entends toquer mais je m’en fous, j’ai encore des larmes à verser et je le ferai tranquilement avant d’ouvrir ma porte à qui que ce soit. J’entends les voix de tout le monde m’appeler à tour de rôle. Une heure plus tard, je ne perçois plus aucun bruit dans la villa. Je me dis alors qu’ils sont tous sortis et que je peux me balader dans la maison, les yeux rouges, sans complexes. 

      Je me suis amèrement trompée car Sab m’attendait silencieusement dans le living-room. 

“Deux solutions: tu lui avoues tes sentiments et tu fais avec ou alors vous arrêtez ce petit jeu qui va finir par t’achever” dit-elle fermement.

"Facile à dire, toi tu peux faire ce que tu veux avec un mec sans développer de sentiments, moi à chaque putain de fois je me retrouve à souffrir pour un connard, lui compris, mais le mauvais côté c’est qu’avec moi il est gentil comme tout et il croit toujours bien faire. Mais chaque fois qu’il parle à une autre fille c’est comme si on enfonçait un fer chauffé à blanc dans ma gorge à plusieurs reprises… Je n’y arriverai jamais, je n’arriverai ni à lui avouer mes sentiments encore ni à cesser de tenir ce genre de relation qu’on a… J’ai besoin de lui à moi et pas autrement… Ça a l’air égoïste comme ça mais l’amour en lui-même est égoïste." dis-je le visage inondé de larmes. 

[kishigoafterdeath]

Chapter Thirty-Three

Here I am again with another chapter! Sorry if it is posted later than usual I’m having family issues these past few weeks and it’s a bit complicated to write but here are your chappies! Mine technically but who cares, I do not own TMM nor Soccer-Geek’s characters.

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      The crimson haired girl had a problem and it was that Rirī, her sister at heart and her boyfriend’s closest relative wasn’t confident enough to help their mother operate him. But she had a plan, a genius plan as she liked to refer to it as. 

"Okay so we need those marshmallows, chocolate! Lots of chocolate! Oh and bring those nail lacquers too, we’re also going to do our hair and all so bring all you can!" she said to the Mews and Ikisatashi sisters with the exception of Rirī and Kēkki. 

"Uh Ichigo?" Mint called as her friend was ordering more items for their slumber party. 

"Hai" she said. 

"It’s just a sleepover, not a wedding" she said. 

"So what?" the cat-girl asked with her hands on her hips.

"So you have to stop ordering so many items, it’s just going to last for about eight Earth hours, ten if we go to bed late" Lettuce said. 

"Who said we were going to bed?" she asked. 

"I did, the surgery is supposed to be done tomorrow, she needs sleep" Lettuce said. 

"That is" Ichigo said holding one finger up "If she ever feels like doing it!"

"But, Ichigo Onee-Chan" Pudding said out of topic "What’s her favorite color? For the nail lacquers"

"Well I’m going to ask her!" she said turning on her heels and… Teleporting?!

"Eeeeh?!" was the reaction from everybody in the room as Ichigo only appeared in front of the door. 

"Since when can you freaking teleport?!" Mint exclaimed, her jaw dropping to the floor. 

Ichigo looked just as surprised as everyone else “I-I don’t know, last time I floated a bit but I just brushed it off… I need to go see Mama-San”

"I’ll take you there, if you want me to" Rin said "Or you could teleport by yourself" she added giggling. 

"This is seriously freaking me out, what if I’m turning into a Cyniclon?!"

"I’ve never heard of such a thing happening" Rōzu said thoughtfully. 

"Well—" Ichigo was going to retort but she cut herself off in mid-track "Rin Onee-Chan, can you take me to her please?"

"Of course" she said before teleporting them both to safety. 

Mint

"What do you guys think is happening to her?" she asked. 

"And what was she going to say?" Lettuce asked 

"Most importantly" said a giggling Rōzu "Is she going to have her personal power any time soon?"

"Don’t be absurd" Zakuro said "Plus, she already has powers!"

"I just thought of something" Mint said thoughtfully. 

"Well that’s a first!" Pudding said earning a glare. 

"Can what Reijin did to her affect her DNA? Not that it was normal before, but could it?"

Zakuro’s eyes widened “Y-You mean to say that she might be pregnant? With a baby that’s half Cyniclon, a quarter human and a quarter cat?”

"The way you’re saying it makes me feel uncomfortable but that’s what I meant… Could it?" Mint asked. 

"We should call Rirī" Lettuce said. 

"They’re already with Mama" Rōzu said. 

"Yes but Rirī’s going to want to know and we’ll convince her that she’s really made for that job… And that she’s very well able to do the surgery!" the green Mew squealed. 

"That’s one smart idea, Lettuce Onee-Chan!" Pudding said before tapping her chin with her finger "So this must mean that all the books that you read really are useful…"

Lettuce scowled until Rōzu spoke “You really are made for Pai… How sad that he’s an unworthy brother, though”

"Nani?!" came the response from literally everyone in the room. 

"He killed Onii-Chan, how can any of you look past it?" she asked. 

"Simply because we love him regardless and most importantly because Taruto’s the first one who forgave him. It took Kisshu a night of thinking, Zakuro had to beat him up and see him die to forgive him, Lettuce immediately did because she’s got a thing for him and Ichigo and I only did when we met again for our first trip here, when he apologized for what he did and for misjudging Kisshu on the fact that he’s run away…" Mint said. 

Rōzu shrugged “When did Pudding-Chan forgive him?”

They all turned to her and she blushed “I… I just did, so what?”

"You didn’t, did you?" Zakuro asked quietly putting a hand on her shoulder. 

Pudding shook her head and turned away “I did but… I get angry all over again when I think back on that moment… I jus- I just can’t look at him the same way for a certain amount of time. Then when I see Taru-Taru smile at him, have fun with him or hug him, it all goes away and I consider him Onii-Chan again…”

"That’s the case for all of us, Pudding" Lettuce said "I have forgiven him for what he did because I feel that he would give anything to go back to that moment and change his actions. If there is one thing that he regrets, it’s what he did to Taruto"

Rōzu jumped on Pudding and hugged her cheerfully “I love you, Onee-Chan!”

She giggled “I love you too, na no da!”

"Oh my gosh it’s so kawaii when you say it with your grown up voice!"

"Arigato" she said blushing.

Kisshu

”And so the rabbit kept on escaping from the girl whose name was Alice, she wandered for another hour before hearing a party, so she followed its sound—” Kish was cut off by Rirī appearing in front of him, he checked on Kēkki and she was finally sleeping. 

Hey, she said mentally. 

Hi, was his calm reply, is everything okay?

No… I’ve done a lot of thinking lately, and I still don’t understand why you want me to assist Mama, she said. 

You still don’t understand this, do you? He asked, I have chosen you for this task for many reasons and a promise that you made me when my parents died… Do you remember this?

She had a shocked look on her face before nodding slowly I do remember that promise, but—

No buts, you promised Rirī, he said firmly. 

I PROMISED BECAUSE YOU ASKED ME TO, IF NOT FORCED!! She yelled mentally. 

A promise is a promise, he said closing the book and laying flat on his back holding Kēkki who unwillingly snuggled into his chest. 

Kish, I can’t do it and you’re very well aware of this! She exclaimed. 

"I’ll be sleeping now, and you’d better be wearing a red stripe on your Healer’s uniform tomorrow" he said before hiding his golden hues.

    She scoffed and disappeared, more stressed than ever. Kish looked at Kēkki and moved a pink lock away from her closed eyes, he smiled and kissed her forehead before drifting away to sleep as well. 

Rirī

     She teleported to her closet and set a teleportation shield just as soon. She looked around and walked swiftly to her trunk; she materialized a little silver key and inserted it into the keyhole. With a sigh, she turned it to open her box of secrets… She hadn’t in seven years and moths flew out as soon as the cover lifted, she coughed away the dust and managed to pull out a book, it had her name written in silver Cyniclonian ideograms on the navy blue cover. 

My diary, she thought putting it on her heart. 

     She closed back the trunk and teleported to her office swearing to herself to clean up that cave whenever she’d have the time. Rirī looked around and scowled at the picture of her and a laughing ten year old Kish that sat between one of Pai and Rin’s the day that they were promoted two weeks after the beginning of the Mew Aqua Era, and one of Tart and Rōzu holding a pink haired infant, Kēkki. Right behind those three was a picture of her parents and Kisshu’s sitting kindly on the couch of their old house underground. She sighed before sitting behind her desk not forgetting to forbid entry to her office. She sat behind her desk and touched the keyhole with the tip of her index finger muttering her password. The diary opened to the first page and she sweat dropped at her old handwriting and the warning on the first page: “The secrets of the life of Ikisatashi Rirī enter at your own risk!” 

     She then chuckled remembering how of an adventurer she used to be with her elder siblings. Tart and Rōzu mostly spent time together because Kēkki was still a baby. Rirī read her ‘exciting’ tales of when she was from nine to eleven, unlike most people she had managed to write enough of her days and thoughts to fill three diaries; when she was assigned to replace Kisshu four years ago, she started writing three times a week and when war started she stopped to be fully devoted to the well-being of her planet and mostly of her family. 

       Speaking of which, her best friend was seriously getting on her nerves using the promise she made him when he was the most desperate against her…

Eight Years Ago

        Eleven year old Rirī sighed before opening her diary to write about her rather sad day. As a matter of fact, today was the funeral of her closest aunt and uncle: Holy-Kukkī-San and Holy-Kinkai-San. The two had kids; one was born just a few weeks ago and was named Kēkki while the other was no other than the light blue haired Cyniclon girl’s best friend and cousin, Kisshu. He was one year older than her and nicknamed her Puppy. 

"Rirī-Chan" he said, earlier that day "How am I going to survive without them?"

     It was one hour before the burial ceremony and they were in his room, sitting at the foot of his bed side by side. 

"It’s going to be alright Onii-Chan, I promise" she said putting a hand on his shoulder making him look up at her "Mama-San and Papa-San are willing to adopt you and Kēkki-Chan so that we become real brothers and sisters. And we’re all here for you guys, never forget it"

He smiled weakly at her before the door opened to a white dressed Pai “The ceremony will take place in no more than an hour, you will have this much time to get dressed and rehearse your speech Kisshu” he put a hand on the green haired alien’s shoulder “Know that I feel very sorry for you and Kēkki-Chan and you can count on every Ikisatashi to have your back. You are now considered our siblings”

Kisshu bowed briefly “Arigato Onii-Sama”

Pai allowed himself a gentle smile “Now go get ready”

       The burial ceremony happened in all modesty and Kisshu got to read his speech to everyone who came. It was full of love and good memories but also very sad to hear. Curry then proceeded in the dematerialization of his brother’s body while Risa did the very same with Kukkī’s. Rirī and Kish were in her room this time, still dressed in their burial costumes which were like a simplified plain white kimono, both sitting on her bed silent. 

"Rirī-Chan?" Kisshu suddenly called. 

"Hai" she said. 

"You’ll choose Healing, won’t you?" he asked looking up at her. 

She nodded “Yeah, do you have anything to ask me?”

"Well… Can you promise me something?" he asked. 

"What is it?" she asked back. 

"Promise me that you’ll always make sure that I’m strong and healthy for Kappukēkki, that she never finds herself alone. I know full-well that you’re all here for us but she’ll always be special to me and so will I to her, so you have to promise me that you’ll do everything you can to make me stay by her side" he finally spoke. 

She put a hand on his and nodded “I promise, Kisshu”

"Arigato" he said. 

Present Day

       Rirī scoffed and closed her diary on the very last page before teleporting away, making the shield disappear in the process. 

Yuri

”Kill the General or I will end your lover’s life” he said. 

        Yeah, right. As if it was as easy as he thought it’d be! She was standing in the hallway of the Mirror, one of the evil Ikisatashi’s bases, waiting for her brother and boyfriend to appear. She decided not to tell them anything about her mission, for they’d want to protect her. The was pacing until she felt reassuring arms around her little pale ones, the smell told her everything she needed to know. 

"Miruku-Kun" she breathed out as she turned swiftly to hug him tight. 

     It had been months since they last saw each other and it felt like a lifetime. She pulled back and he kissed her softly feeling tears running down her cheeks which he brushed away using his thumb. She realized that there was only one way to keep him alive, and she had to do it. She just had to…

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It took me three fucking weeks to write this chapter, yup! Three weeks! And it might not even be this long or this good… Anyhow, I just hope that the sleepover turns out good and something big is coming up I think.

[spectactulargalaxies]

I WANT THIS

[amazon-blankness-deactivated201]

Ball hard

[kishigoafterdeath]

ALRIGHT SO APPARENTLY SOME DESIGNERS READ MY FANFIC, I'M ALREADY FAMOUS I'LL SUE THEM FOR TAKING MY IDEA AND GET MILLIONS

[themewproject]

[a-night-in-wonderland]

[kishigoafterdeath]

Chapter Thirty-Two

Ohayō gozaimas! (don’t know its spelling) How y’all doing over there? I’m sooooo nervous for I’ve been selected for a regional competition that pretty much charts our abilities in English and I’m stressed out…

Ichigo: Who do you have a crush on? Imène *blushes hard*: No-Nobody, I don’t have a crush on anybody! Kisshu: You’re SO crushing on somebody, wolf-girl was right look how red you are! Imène: How about you do the disclaimer for a change? Pudding *holding a pack of cards*: Pudding can figure out who he is, na no da! Imène *eyes wide*: Dude what the heck?! Pudding *flipping a card over*: Something tells me he’s a blonde, na no da! Kisshu: Blondie?! Imène: On with the chapter! Pudding: He speaks English, na no da!

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"I’ve missed you so much" he said. 

"I’ve missed you too Onii-Chan" she said hugging him. 

      She pulled back and looked into his amber hues. He was sad, really sad. He kissed the top of her head and she ruffled his caramel colored hair. Buruanī looked into his sister’s eyes and managed to smile at her despite the fact that he missed her like crazy. 

"How are they treating you?" he asked. 

"Everyone’s a sweet heart…" she said "I just wish this war would end, I miss you both so much"

"We miss you too Imouto but this war has to be won by Reijin. He is the one that can better our lives" Buruanī said softly. 

"Is it really okay for you to see him killing all of our childhood friends?" she asked glaring at a spot on her right "He is shamelessly ending countless people’s lives every day, he started the war, he—"

"You are still free to choose your side, Yuri-Chan" a male voice said. 

She paled before whipping around “R-Reijin-San?”

"The one and only" he said from where he was leaning against a doorframe, arms folded against his chest. 

"How did you know I was here?" she asked, now calm. 

"I just know" he said with a devilish smirk "How are things in the castle?"

"What you did to the general two weeks ago really stayed" she said "Especially when Rin-Chan tried to heal his chest, she left some air and now he needs surgery"

"Good, good" he said walking towards her "Buruanī, could you bring Miruku for me, please?" he said making the caramel haired Cyniclon disappear. 

"Why would you want to bring him here?" she asked careful not to show her unease. 

"I take it you miss your love, don’t you?" he said caressing her left cheek with the back of his fingers "And if you want me to keep him alive and in good health for you, you’re going to have to follow my instructions like a good girl, okay?" he said sounding like a psychopath, which he certainly was. 

"Could you please stop touching me?" she asked trying to hide her disgust for which she could pay dearly. 

"Why would I?" he asked "And how’s my little toy since you took her back?"

"She’s doing fine for now, in hopes that you didn’t harm her more than you should" she spat. 

"Well sorry to be passionate about what I do" he said sticking their chests against one another with a hand in the small of her back. 

"Wh-What are you doing?!" she exclaimed "Buruanī! Miruku! Somebody help!"

"Don’t worry dear, my shield is way more powerful than the one Ikisatashi used to prevent another intrusion in the castle" he whispered lustfully with a breath against the crook of her neck. 

She felt tears pearl up at the corner of her black eyes “Please, please master Ikisatashi-Sama” she whispered because she knew she’d cry if she tried to speak “Let me go, please”

"On one condition" he said cupping her chin carelessly to face him "Kill the General or I will end your lover’s life"

      She gulped hard as he freed her and disappeared, taking the teleportation shield with him. 

What can I do?

Ichigo

"Rirī-Chan?" she murmured. 

     They were in the ball room; Ichigo noted that the windows leading to the balcony were sealed. Rirī was sitting cross-legged twenty feet above the ground trying to meditate her worries away; she opened one eye and looked down to see Ichigo looking up at her with worry. She floated down and sat in mid-air in front of her. 

"Is something the matter, Ichigo-San?" she asked standing every syllable.

Ichigo shuddered “You’re starting to sound like Pai, are you alright?”

"I am in peace, I am actually trying to decide if I am skilled enough to slice your boyfriend’s chest open" she said closing her eyes again. 

"Nope, still good old Rirī-Chan speaking" Ichigo said, chills running up and down her spine. 

"Do not feel nervous at all, Ichigo, for I will not hur—"

"I’m not nervous, I’m annoyed!" Ichigo exclaimed suddenly making Rirī’s eyes snap open. 

"Huh?"

"Where is that fun friend who used to cheer me up when I was feeling down? The one that could make me smile light years away through a simple phone call, I need her now for she needs to cheer up herself!" Ichigo yelled when she noticed that Rirī’s eyes were lighter than usual. 

"What?" she said her eyes darkening to their natural dark pink color. 

"You need to cheer up because you’re simply torturing yourself here, you’re focusing on this surgery thing too much" Ichigo said as her friend landed on her feet softly. 

"Do you have a plan?"

"Sleepover in my room, all girls will be here!" she said cheerfully. 

Rirī gave her a half-smile “I’ll be there, when does it start?”

"I’ll call you when we’re ready" she said giving her a wink before Rirī teleported the cat-girl away with an amused smile.  

Kisshu

"Ohayō Onii-Chan!" she said cheerfully. 

"Ohayō Cupcake" he said "How are things?"

"Half good and half bad" she said wiping icing off of the corner of her lips. 

He made her sit next to him and used his thumb for the icing she left “Tell me everything” he said before putting an arm around her little shoulders. 

"You’re going to need surgery, aren’t you?" she asked looking away. 

"I am but Oba-San and Rirī are going to do it all so I trust them" he said calmly. 

"B-But Rirī Onee-Chan doesn’t even trust herself in this!" she exclaimed suddenly "How can you trust her?"

"I trust her because I know her ever since we were born, Kappukēkki" he said in all seriousness. 

"It still isn’t enough, and I want to be there when they do it" she said determined. 

He put a hand on his forehead before cursing in his mother tongue “And I had to jinx myself on this” he muttered to himself. 

"Huh?"

"You can’t be there, Kēkki" he said "Even though you’ve already killed a dozen soldiers or less, you’re too young for this kind of show"

"No!" she yelled "Stop it with the ‘too young’ speech, anything but that!"

"But you are!" he exclaimed losing his cool. 

"Yes, that’s what everybody says right?!" she yelled as she floated in front of him glaring hard "They all say that I’m too young to fight, too young to know things, too young to save you! But the thing is that I may be young but I know more than my elders for sure. I know how to conjure a Chimera Animal, I know how to create a teleportation shield, I know how to kill someone without making a sound…" she looked away "I know the pain of losing a loved one" she muttered. 

"H-How…? I mean you were an infant when it happened" Kisshu murmured confused. 

"I know it twice as much as you do" she said calmly "I know it for Holy-Mama-San and Holy-Papa-San, for everyone has their parents with them at the end of the school day and I have to teleport here on my own… I know it because two weeks ago, I thought I lost you" she said glaring at the band-aid on his chest "And after all the knowledge that I have, all the jealousy that I endure at school because everyone thinks I’m spoiled, all the pain I’ve been through" she glared at him "You dare tell me that I’m too young for wanting you alive with me?" 

"Come here" he murmured feeling her need to cry "Just stay close to me, you don’t have to let go until you want to."

    She snuggled against his chest and let out light sobs as he rubbed her back. He kissed the top of her head trying to ease her with kind words. 

"The main reason why we do this, Kēkki, is because we’re worried about you" he said "We know that you haven’t grown up to be a normal child and we want to make it up for you" he chuckled "Having said that, being a normal child is boring. You’re fun to be around, you have more courage than a third of my soldiers and two thirds of Reijin’s" he said making her giggle through tears "You are the strongest, wisest and smartest nine year old I have ever met and I am proud of you, Kēkki"

"I love you Onii-Chan" she said hugging him. 

"I love you more Imouto" he said keeping her against his chest. 

"But… Can I ask you something?" she said looking up at him from where she sat on his lap. 

He frowned “Of course”

"But you have to promise not to tell Oba-San or Rirī Onee-Chan about it" she said holding a finger up. 

"Er okay" he said unsure of what to say. 

She held her pinky finger high “Pinky promise?”

"Pinky promise" he said curling his on her tiny one.

"I went to speak to Oba-San this morning" she said "But she was in Rirī Onee-Chan’s room and I was going to knock but I heard her crying so I went in without making a sound and heard them talking about a Healer who was banished"

Kisshu paled when he heard the last sentence “What was the name of that Healer?” he asked holding on her arms. 

"Ha… Ku… Rai" she said trying to remember. 

"Hakumai-San?" he asked. 

"Yes! Yes, that’s her name!" she said "So who is she?"

"I am not allowed to tell you, Kēkki" he said making her scowl "For I don’t know why she was banished myself"

"Yeah right, you could just say that you didn’t want me to know" she said folding her arms against her chest. 

"I really don’t know, only Ikisatashi Healers, Pai and Curry Oji-San know about this" Kisshu said "Each time I asked them about it they would just blow me off or say that I was too young to know."

"Whatever" she said lying next to him "It’s just a nobody anyway"

He caressed her hair before mumbling “We’re all going to be alright in the end, I promise”

"Thank you Onii-Chan" she said knowing that he did whatever he promised. 

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I know, I know it’s too short but I ran out of imagination :( :( and sadly you’re the victims of it and I apologize deeply. Xx

[kishigoafterdeath]

Chapter Thirty-One

O-hayō! :D Does anyone hate me yet?

Ichigo *fumes arms crossed*: Yes! Imène: Anyone new? Kisshu: Yes. Imène *eyes wide*: Y-You hate me?! Kisshu: Why is everybody getting married except us?! Imène: Good things come to those who wait, Honey. And you have sooo many good things coming on, just be patient please. And don’t hate me more when it’s Ichigo who’ll be spoiled with those very good things. Ichigo *arcs a crimson brow*: Really? Imène: Really. Now who wants to do the disclaimer? Kishigo *chorus*: Imène does not own Tokyo Mew Mew neither Soccer-Geek’s OCs. Imène: Bonne lecture!

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"Why are you changing your base again?" the brown haired girl asked. 

"Well guess who attacked only a few hours ago?" she said sarcastically. 

Karei huffed “Fine, I’m coming” she paused before adding “Mother.”

"Still worried about that green haired brat, I suppose?" she said mockingly once Karei was facing her. 

      The office was wide and, as the name of the base indicated it, mirrors were everywhere widening even more the view with infinite reflections and book shelves. The younger woman took the time to fix her bangs before having a seat in the white leather armchair in front of her mother’s desk. She put her feet crossed on the white desk itself. 

"I always thought that this room needed a little more color" she said looking around. 

"You’re avoiding the point and my question at once, you really are good at this" Pasuta said unimpressed. 

"Why will you never accept the fact that I love him?" she said aggressively. 

"You are just like your father, sweetheart. Your heart isn’t made to love; it’s made for utter hatred and jealousy… Perhaps lust but I won’t be one to encourage" she said "I never did disapprove your love to him, though."

"Because you see potential in it, no more, no less" Karei said with an irritated shrug. 

"Of course I see potential in it but your stupidity is way more deceiving than I let you know. Why did you give the girl back?" she asked, more like yelled. 

"I don’t know it came up just like that" Karei said folding her arms defensively.

"No thanks to you, Imouto" Reijin’s voice said before he appeared beside his mother, arms crossed. 

"I know you see an interesting toy in her, Reijin, but I have morals and principles. You raped her, just… Just how could you do such a thing?! She has a soul, just like you and me!" she exclaimed standing up and fuming. 

"Oh really?" he asked sarcastically with an Ikisatashi smirk. 

"You have Ikisatashi blood that runs in your veins, how can you be so heartless?" she asked bitterly. 

"He doesn’t actually" Pasuta said "But as everybody seems to think so, let them… You do have Ikisatashi blood in your veins, that’s why you’re so weak and stupid." she said standing up. 

"What? You cheated on Holy-Raisu-San with… With my father?" she asked disgusted. 

"What you’re saying does not make any sense, sweetie" Pasuta said condescendingly "You should sleep it off, really."

"How can I sleep when I don’t know who my father is?!" she exclaimed "How about my mother?! Do I even have one? Y-You adopted me, for God’s sake!"

"Go to your room, Karei" Reijin said firmly. 

"Wha—"

"I said" he started softly "GO TO YOUR ROOM!!" he yelled making her and the ground shake with terror.

      She could just nod and disappear right to her hideout place… Her childhood house in the underground town. She went to her real parents’ room and cried herself to sleep.

Kēkki

       The young girl was confused and worried. She woke up early in the morning, still wearing her battle attire. She couldn’t stay awake until Oba-San came to tell them if Onii-Chan would need surgery or not. She took a shower and put on her usual clothes and went directly to her parents’ quarter. She rang their doorbell several times until a knocked out Oji-San opened it with a curious expression. 

"Kēkki?" his tired voice said. 

"Ohayō Oji-San" she said awkwardly "Is Oba-San here?"

"Oddly, she isn’t. Probably talking to Rirī in her room, you should check there. But may I ask why you’re looking for her at such an early hour?" he asked sounding like Pai. 

"I still don’t know if Onii-Chan is fine or not" she said before teleporting to her sister’s door, in the same quarter as her own room was. 

      She was about to knock on the door to announce her presence but she heard voices. She opened the door silently, as she was not allowed to teleport in, and floated towards the closed bedroom door…

"But I don’t want to risk hurting him even more" Rirī’s muffled voice moaned through sobs. 

"He chose you because he trusts you, Rirī" Risa’s voice said comfortingly "He only wants us to do it, and Yuri can come in but only if needed."

"I don’t want his health to worsen because of me" she said "Mama I’m so scared."

"Honey, don’t be" Mama-San said "It will only panic you even more, just don’t. It may be a life depending surgery but I know you are well-trained for it and will succeed because I will not only be by your side but I’ll also be the one who will do the surgery itself. All you’ll have to do will be helping me and giving me tools, and if needed you will work on the herbs for before and after the surgery."

"Why did Kisshu choose me? I’m not any better than Hakumai-San" she said making Kēkki frown as she didn’t know who they were talking about. 

"You know exactly why he didn’t mention her, Rirī" Risa said warningly "Nobody ever does since she was banished, much to my pain but what she did remains unforgivable"

"She did it for—" she cut herself and walked swiftly to the door, leaving just enough time for Kēkki to teleport away.

      People were hiding so many things from her, it was so unfair! She’s not a little kid anymore; she’s killed just as many soldiers in two years as Rirī ever would. And who is that Hakumai lady anyway?! Too many questions, too few answers… 

I guess that’s what it feels like, being a child…

Ichigo

      She woke up in Kisshu’s arms, her face sticky with dried tears. Why is it always the people that she loves who are close to death? She untangled herself from him and got up, she turned to face him and smiled sadly. He looked so cute with his mouth slightly opened and his chest heaving up and down peacefully. How could such a good person have such a little choice? Life was so unfair, it’s just… Just bad. He woke up just when she was about to leave. 

"Koneko-Chan" he mumbled. 

"Yes?" she said softly. 

His eyes opened and he smiled a cute yet tired smile “I thought you were gone… Come here” he said. 

      She walked towards him but her feet stopped touching the ground so they both looked down and… And she was floating!!

"What the heck?!" they exclaimed at once, Kisshu suddenly wide awake.

"How is this possible?" she asked as she landed abruptly on her feet. 

"I don’t know, I’ve never seen any human do it before… Are some humans so powerful?" he asked. 

"I’ve never heard of humans with powers and if they exist, well they do a good job of hiding it!" she said still stunned. 

Kisshu chuckled “Come on, Koneko-Chan. Maybe it’s just your Mew self who’s missing kicking some Cyniclon butt.”

She giggled before planting a kiss on his soft lips “Maybe.”

"Go get some breakfast, get dressed because I can’t risk any other guy trying to hit on you while I’m here, unable to rearrange their face and spend some time with your friends. I take it they missed you since you disappeared." he said with a slight smirk. 

"If I see Kēkki, I’ll send her here. Is this okay?" she said fiddling with his bangs.

He smirked “Stubborn as she is, if she wants to come she will whether I’m here or during the operation. No one except me, or possibly you can forbid anything from her.” he said. 

"I wonder where she got that from!" Ichigo said sarcastically, still kneeling beside his bed with her forearms holding her chin. 

"Holy-Mama-San was the stubborn one, I guess we got it from her" he chuckled. 

"You look so handsome" she said in a low whisper "And you’re so sweet." she added after he smiled at her. 

"And you’re the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever laid eyes on." he said. 

"If I remember the picture of your parents, Holy-Oba-San beats me" she said with a giggle. 

He chuckled “Let’s say you have the same rank.”

     She leaned in, and so did he. Their lips were about to touch when they whispered that they loved each other and brushed their mouths against each other’s. They exchanged a few cute innocent pecks on the lips before the kiss deepened. She soon felt his tongue in her mouth, and hers welcomed it very sensually as they danced in a passionate kiss full of love. She caught her breath at a moment and they kissed again, on the very same note until he ran out of breath. 

"Are you alright?" she asked worriedly. 

"Yeah, I’m fine don’t worry" he said before chuckling "It’s just that your kisses are literally breathtaking."

She half-smiled “You really know how to make something feel less awkward.”

"What can I say?" he said faking modesty. 

She kissed the top of his head before standing up “I love you Kisshu.”

"I love you more Ichigo." he said holding her hand and kissing her knuckles. 

"And I love you most" she said playfully. 

"We should let go, shouldn’t we?" he asked as they still held hands. 

She couldn’t leave, though “I know we should, but I—”

"Kon’nichiwa!" Yuri said cheerfully. 

"I should leave now" she said and took Yuri’s presence as a hint to leave when she could. 

"Alright, get dressed first" he said with a smirk "Those thighs are way too tempting." he joked. 

She stuck her tongue out “I should say the same about your chest; it’s always bare ever since I was here.”

     With that, she greeted Yuri and made her way to her room. Kisshu was right; every guy that walked past her had wide eyes. It made her feel so uncomfortable that she turned into Koneko to feel normal. She ran to her room and transformed back. Ichigo took a quick bath and dressed herself in yellow three quarter length high-waist pants and a white cropped top that hugged her curves. Not really decent for a human but perfectly normal for a Cyniclon girl. She tied her hair in a low ponytail that started with a three inches braid and let her bangs in their usual shape. She glanced over at her makeup pocket and thought that she didn’t need any for the day, or was it just laziness? She shrugged it off and put on black high heels. She checked her reflection in the mirror and nodded satisfied. Not forgetting her pendant, she left her room and made her way to the dining-room where everybody else, more or less, was. 

        There was her family, Mews and Ikisatashi not to mention Ryou and Keiichiro. Curry was at one side of the table, Risa to his right facing Kēkki who had a grim on her face, next to the pink haired girl was Rōzu in front of Rirī and Rin who had the same expression as Kisshu’s Imouto. Something definitely wasn’t right. The Mews sat either with their boyfriends or next to Ryou, that was Mint, and Keiichiro was next to Zakuro. There were three empty seats at the other end of the table and Ichigo decided to face Curry. 

"Ohayō!" she said cheerfully in an attempt to set a good mood and succeeding, apparently. 

"Hey, you’re awake!" Kēkki squealed "Is Kisshu Onii-Chan awake too?" she asked with her big ruby red eyes twinkling. 

Ichigo giggled “Yes, he’s waiting for his cotton-candy haired sister” she said with a wink. 

"What’s cotton-candy?" she asked with a frown. 

"Er it’s an Earth treat that has the same color as your hair" she said. 

"Oh, alright! I’ll be in the infirmary if somebody asks for me!" she said grabbing a cupcake and teleporting away.

Curry smiled up at Ichigo before saying “Sit here, Koneko-Chan” she was used to him calling her that by now. 

       She did as he said and realized that it was better than the other side of the room. 

"Arigato" she said doing so "Why is everybody so… Sad?" she dared to ask. 

"Didn’t Kisshu tell you about his condition?" Risa asked carefully. 

"He did but… I think that he wouldn’t like us all to behave as if he was already dead, which he won’t because you’re the one who’s going to do the surgery with help of Rirī-Chan." Ichigo said. 

"Yes but Rirī-Chan is scared of hurting him" Mint said sadly. 

Ichigo frowned “Why would you hurt him? You’d just assist Oba-San, wouldn’t you?”

"I know but even then, I can still do something bad." she said "I’m not really hungry, can I leave?" she asked her mother. 

Risa nodded and she disappeared “She’s not confident about this; she needs someone to cheer her up or something”

"Sleepover!" Ichigo squealed.

"Sleepover?" Zakuro asked. 

“Sleepover” Ichigo said, determined.

"I hate to tell you this, but you’re already living together… Kind of" Rin said. 

"No, everybody in my room! We’ll bring sleeping mats and we’ll light a fire in the fireplace and eat sweets and have lots of fun, it’ll be great!" Ichigo said before turning to the parents in the room "Can we?" she asked, her big brown eyes full of hope. 

"Of course, don’t see why not" Curry said as Risa nodded. 

"Can we?" Ichigo asked again, this time turning to Zakuro and Keiichiro. 

"You can" Keiichiro said. 

"May I remind you that you’re not fourteen years old anymore?" Ryou asked. 

She just shrugged it off and poured herself some tea. 

Yuri

       She was inspecting General-San’s charts in hopes that they didn’t change, that he was stable. And he was what a relief! She was about to write it down when she realized that she’d lost her writing feather, the one that Miruku had offered her when she started her Healer’s training. She excused herself and tried to sense him, he was in Pudding rainforest but she didn’t know where exactly. She teleported to the limit of the teleportation shield, gave her identity and the reason of her leaving and when she crossed the line, she teleported again. However, she wasn’t in Pudding’s jungle. No. She was on one of the Lettuce shores which’s hour was close to midnight. She snapped her fingers and a portal opened. She stepped in and found herself in a glass hallway underwater, all the marine life was surrounding her it looked magical. But the black haired girl didn’t seem to mind the view, as if she was sick of it. She walked straight ahead, taking a few turns as if she knew full-well where she was going. She arrived in front of a big white double-door, she knocked and it opened to the best of views. 

"I’ve missed you so much"

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Who missed her so much? What do you think of Karei? And is the sleepover going to make Rirī change her mind about the surgery? Answers after a few reviews and a lot of views! Xx

Look, look, look, look people! I've been struggling with the 33rd chapter for days now and I've barely been able to go to the middle of it and I don't want to post short chapters because I feel like I should post two at once if it were the case and it's insane so the next chapter will be posted in a long time, you have been warned... LOVEYOULOVEYOULOVEYOUDON'TGETMADLOVEYOUUUUUU

[former-jafaar]

she hit me?!!

[kishigoafterdeath]

she's, like, so cool and all and he was a bit of a douche in that episode ._. just sayin'... 100th POST YAY

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